Epona Dubh
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Post by Epona Dubh on Nov 2, 2024 0:22:20 GMT -8
A small ship entering orbit from the surface fast shot across orbit. Inside the crew sat quietly manning their posts. The centaur sat calmly assessing her gear. The ship took little time cutting the distance betwixt the planet and outer space. And in the snap of fingers the ship made the jump…..
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Nov 3, 2024 8:46:54 GMT -8
As one ship exited the system, another emerged from the lightspeed corridors of hyperspace, gliding across the largely empty star system towards the golan platform in synchronous orbit over the DRPAC facility located atop Mount Valefor on the surface of Dragobah. A purple painted C-9979 passed through the open hangar doors of Dragonsnake Station, extending landing struts in the moments before the landing craft touched down on the deck, following which its two large boot doors split apart and a boarding ramp was extended to the ground. Emerging from the transport was a bearded Nu-Jake, garbed in camouflage combat fatigues, with an SX-21 pump-action scatter blaster attached to a strap slung across his back. The clone walked with purpose through the orbital facility, until finally he reached the offices of the CEO of DragCorp Industries, Dragonald J. Drump. Jake Moranis waited patiently until the secretary buzzed him in, then entered the office, shutting the door behind him as he stepped up to the desk of the business minded haemonculai of the Dark Apothecary. As one might expect, the CEO was a barabel like Jake's creator, though instead of Dragus' signature black the cloned creation's scales were more of an orange colour. The business-barabel was sipping on a can of diet-croak and staring at his personal data-pad when the Nu-Jake entered. Upon noticing the former trooper's cold stare, the orange scaled saurian sat up and straightened in his seat. A former member of the Elite Praetorian Guard, the NJX had that effect on people, projecting a predator's aura anywhere he went. One of the Pater Mutatis' gland hounds, Jake had been genetically engineered at a cellular level to hunt Force sensitives, possessing increased agility and reflexes beyond that of an ordinary human. His face remained an emotionless mask as he stood before the crocodilian CEO, allowing a moment of awkward silence to pass between them until the haemonculai spoke up."Good, you've arrived. Please, have a seat." With a sweep of his claw, Dragonald motioned to one of the two chairs positioned in front of his desk, which had been crafted from grave thorn harvested from Dathomi. There was another awkward pause, but eventually the soldier turned mercenary sat, his perfect blue eyes continuing to bore into the blushing barabel. "Can I offer you a refreshment? The Tash indigenous to Dragobah brew a delightful spirit we've taken to calling a Dragobah Daiquiri. It's quiet refreshing on the palate.""No." Replied the NJX, his expression still an emotionless mask, offering no hint to what the clone might be thinking. Commander Moranis already made clear the distinction between an NJX and an NJ3 like Commander Kissinger stationed on the surface of the planet. Kissinger wouldn't have passed on the opportunity to indulge his base desires, whereas Moranis here seemed as cold and calculating as a droid."I see. Straight to business then, no problem." Moving a claw over the a control panel built into his desk, the DragCorp Industries CEO activated the holo-projector built into the piece of office furniture, causing a lens located at the centre of its surface to project a luminous holographic projection of the planet of Dragobah, and the single stellar body that orbited it, apart from the golan platform of course. "The Dark Apothecary wishes to colonize the moon. That's where you come in. You and your men are going to establish the initial outpost on the lunar surface. Recon the terrain and establish a safe-zone where we can begin landing C-9979s full of colonists."Impassive as a droid, Commander Moranis nodded once, then responded. "I have the men for the job, but we'll need provisions and a few choice pieces of military hardware." Life in the private sector could be lucrative, but it also meant they didn't have the same access to equipment."All of that has been provided by our friends at the SE." Hissed the crocodilian capitalist. "The space-rats are loading your transport with several pieces of refurbished Trandoshan tech recovered by Lords Xitan and Orvos during a recent raid on Kashyyyk, along with six months worth of standard provisions."For the first time since entering the room, Jake displayed a visible reaction, reaching a gloved hand beneath his face to stroke his chin. "Trandoshan equipment? That will be an adjustment. Understood, sir. Consider it done." Rising from his seat, the Commander offered the surprised saurian a crisp salute, before turning and heading for the exit. Truthfully he'd been hoping for some artillery pieces and heavy walkers, but adapting to unfamiliar equipment had become a necessity since leaving the army. They'd find a way to manage just like they always did.Jake made it back to the hangar in time to see an Incinerator Tank hovering up the ramp behind a pair of MSP80 Pteropter hover pods. A large tarp had been pulled off a HCT-2001 Dragonboat-class Reugeot 905 freighter, covered in a fresh coat of alchemized purple paint, which apparently was part of the equipment he and his men had been promised. Approaching the ship, he ran a hand across a name printed on the hull next to a familiar fanged emblem, referring to the vessels as the 'Dragusboat'.
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